Can't understand what's going on in this seemingly tiny head,
And all this dark stuff in there I wish were bright instead.
Really am concerned as to what is on my mind,
Daily torment is really all I seem to find!
I can't fathom anyone going through stuff like this,
Only wishing all these things I could truly diss.
Looking back at everything, I'm really at a loss,
On top of it all, my cookies is what I want to toss.
Good thing is trying to sort through all this mess,
I seem to think I have a little less of stress.
So all I have to do is sit a while and wait,
To me I know that I'm in the hands of fate!
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Author:
Edward Charles McDevitt (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Through all this mess, I had a heart attack while at the Cardiologist office on Monday. I have been under so much stress, it is not funny. I know you\\\'ve all heard the sob stories before but, for me this time, it all seems so different. You can be honest with me about this write. I know I am rusty and I hope that my writes will get back to where they used to be (which I thought were good). Thanks everyone! I hope I\\\'m back!
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
thoroughly enjoyed this little piece of work
It's very much appreciated Waynec! You don't know what I've been through lately!
Very good acrostic, I hope that your health gets better soon.
I do as well Goldfinch! It's just crazy what the Medical profession can and does put you through!!! Thanks for the comment!
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